The Snow Leopard’s cockiest forward just offered to worship me for as long as I can handle it. But I’m a single mom who hasn’t been touched in two years.
Letting Colt Lane into my bakery is a mistake. He’s twenty-eight, sidelined with a concussion, and has now been appointed ambassador for the Snow Leopards’ partnership with my bakery.
Which means he’s in my kitchen every day, flirting with the oven timer and charming my ten-year-old while looking at me like I’m the first real woman he’s ever seen.
Except, I am not his type. I’m thirty-four. I’m a single mom.
My last intimate experience involved scheduled sex, a light-sleeping toddler, and the absolute certainty that I could not be loud, desperate, or selfish about what I needed.
I’ve spent eight years convincing myself that I don’t need to be touched or wanted ever again. Then Colt opens his filthy mouth. He spends hours worshipping me on his knees.
He talks through every second of it… growling, praising, telling me how perfect I feel, how beautiful I look, how long he’s been thinking about this.
He refuses to rush. Refuses to leave. He even stays the night for the first time in his life. But Colt has a career to return to. A spotlight to chase.
And I’ve got a daughter who’s already getting too attached to a man who was never supposed to stay.
So when everything I’ve ever wanted finally lands on my counter, I have to decide… is this still the dream I’ve been chasing? Or has the dream changed somewhere along the way?
Playing Dirty is a sizzling, high-spice small-town sports romance featuring a filthy-mouthed hockey hero who falls first, a touch-starved single mom rediscovering what her own voice sounds like, and a slow-burn chemistry so hot it’ll fog up your kindle.
Expect praise kinks, patient worship, bakery-counter chaos, a ten-year-old scene-stealer, and a love story that proves some men are worth breaking every single rule for.
